He raised his hand and wiped her forehead and immediately frowned.

"I'm having a fever!"

"ah?"

Nan Yan was stunned and subconsciously reached out and touched his forehead, but he didn't feel anything and said, "No?"

Zhu Feng said angrily: "Are you still stubborn?"

“…”

"Look at your own appearance, your face is red!"

"Well……"

Nan Yan couldn't see the appearance on her face, so she was stuffed into the quilt by Zhu Feng. She was still struggling to get out, but Zhu Feng held down the horns of the quilt on both sides and said fiercely: "You dare to move!"

“…”

Looking at his appearance, who dares?

Nanyan could only pursed her mouth and retracted it into the quilt.

Zhu Feng then turned his head to Tingfu and others who were waiting at the door, saying, "Go and tell the Chief Secretary, and immediately tell the wise doctor in the mansion came over and the imperial concubine fell ill."

"yes."

Soon, a group of doctors in the Duwei Mansion gathered in the imperial concubine's room, one by one, and they were all panic. They were just doctors in the army, and they could only see some external injuries. Moreover, they had never served as a person like the imperial concubine, so scared that they were trembling and dared not move.

Finally, a doctor took the courage to prescribe a medicine and boiled it for Nanyan to drink it, but he kowtowed and told the emperor that the imperial concubine had suffered from a cold and this high fever was inevitable.

Zhu Feng kicked all these people out angrily.

After being busy until midnight, Nanyan really had a high fever.

She hadn't felt like she had started to get burned before, but by this time she was already burned to death. She was lying on the bed, muttering in a daze.

Zhu Feng took care of her personally, soaked the veil in cold water, twisted it moist, and covered her forehead.

A coolness brings a brief sobering feeling.

Nan Yan opened his eyes and looked at Zhu Feng, his eyes were also red.

Looking at him for a while, she said, "Emperor..."

"Um,"

Zhu Feng approached her and whispered: "Are you still uncomfortable?"

Nan Yan murmured, "Why is the emperor not sleeping yet?"

“…”

"I have been running for so long, I have to sleep and have a good rest."

“…”

"Otherwise, you'll be sick."

“…”

Zhu Feng was both angry and funny when he heard it.

It seems that I am really confused. I have burned myself to this state and I still have time to worry about myself.

So he reached out and twisted her face gently: "You should be more at ease."

“…”

"A good sleep."

Nan Yan was drowsy and wanted to sleep, but then he tried his best to open his eyes and look at him. Seeing Zhu Feng touching his face, he took away the warm veil on his forehead, took a piece of veil soaked in water, wrung it out, put it on his forehead.

She reacted a little: "I'm really sick?"

"Are there any fake illnesses?"

“…”

"I said I wouldn't let you go with me, but you insisted on going there. If you go there, you will still be wet with the rain. Who can you blame?"

Nan Yan was dizzy and couldn't remember what he did. She just smiled and said to Zhu Feng: "I want to be with the emperor."

“…”

Zhu Feng paused for a moment.

In fact, compared to Nan Yan's torment of illness, he had not had a good sleep for several days. The cold rain hit him. Although he was not afraid, it was not that he was not unhealthy or cold. However, he, who has been accustomed to suffering for many years, has greater patience than ordinary people.

But when he heard Nan Yan's words, his heart felt like he had been flooded with something that had been long-lost and bitter.

Looking at Nanyan quietly.

Nan Yan also drooped her eyelids and looked at him without sleeping.

After a while, Zhu Feng bent down and gently kissed her through the handkerchief that moistened the cold water.

Then he said softly: "Go to bed quickly."

Nan Yan said "yes" in a daze and closed his eyes.

This time I slept until noon the next day before I woke up.

When Nan Yan opened her eyes, she felt a heavy feeling on her head. She barely pulled out her weak and weak hand from the quilt, reached out and touched it. It was a handkerchief that was already a bit dry. She took the handkerchief away and touched her forehead.

It seems to be no longer hot.

Where is Zhu Feng?

She twisted her head and saw Zhu Feng sitting by the bed, supporting his forehead with one hand, and was asleep.

He probably didn't leave overnight.

The door was closed and I could see Ruoshui and the others sitting at the door. It was obvious that Zhu Feng was taking care of himself inside. They could not come in and dared not leave, so they could only stay outside.

Everyone is exhausted.

Thinking of this, Nan Yan was moved and distressed.

His eyes slowly moved back to Zhu Feng's face. The sunlight outside was very good. The heavy rain all day long dispelled all the gloom. The sunlight shone directly on the window without any obscurity. Although the light entering the room was not too hot, it shone on people's faces, with the slightest expression on them.

So, she clearly saw the fine lines at the corners of Zhu Feng's eyes.

There was also a wisp of hair falling from my ears.

Among them is a silver thread, shining by the sunlight.

Nan Yan reached out and grabbed the white hair and walked around the fingertips twice, pinched it tightly, and then pulled it out in one go.

"ah!"

Zhu Feng suddenly woke up from his sleep and opened his eyes widened: "What's wrong?"

Nanyan immediately put his hand down.

He looked at him with a smile: "Master."

When Zhu Feng saw her awake, he hurriedly said, "Are you awake? Can you still burn?"

"I'm fine."

Nan Yan looked at him with a smile. She still remembered that when she first came to Zhu Feng to serve, his whole body was full of hostility, especially at night, when he suddenly woke up and drew his sword. Although it was not as cruel as Ye Zheng said, "I am so good at killing people in my dreams", it was indeed full of hostility.

But now, he suddenly woke up and was no longer like he used to be.

He has really become very gentle over the years.

At this time, Zhu Feng didn't know what she was thinking, so he reached out and touched her forehead, then tried it on his forehead, and said, "I still have a low fever, I have to rest."

After saying that, she tucked the quilt.

"What do you want to eat?"

After his question, Nan Yan realized that his weakness was not only sick, but also hungry.

Immediately said: "Roasted chicken."

“…”

Zhu Feng coughed lightly, and then said, "I can't be so greasy when I'm sick."

"Then, stewed lamb?"

"I didn't say that I can't eat greasy ones."

"What can I eat?"

"I'm asking the kitchen to warm up the porridge for you."

When Nan Yan heard this, he felt as if he was falling down and murmured: "I'm not allowed to eat something good when I'm sick."

Zhu Feng laughed and said, "When you get better, I will send you all the roasted lambs. Now you are obedient first, eat some light food these two days, and then you will be cured of the disease."

After saying that, he turned around and ordered.

Ruoshui and the others were still squatting on the ground and dozing off. When they heard the emperor's orders, everyone jumped up from the ground and hurriedly went down to prepare.
Chapter completed!